Exquisite beauty rooted in mud.
No words. Just wonder.
The “Blue Beauty” waterlily rises from mucky silt, tenderly emitting the most delicate, pure fragrance. Put your nose down close to catch it. One whiff, and you want to bottle it. But you can’t. You may only admire the daily ritual of morning unfoldment and evening closure. Beauty breathing blooms, in and out. Open. Close. Starting fresh at sunrise, everyday.